Please do not do this again. You got my spirits up, only to throw them into a cess pool. Not every one is as knowledgeable as you are in regard to the Palladia channel (I never heard of it and assumed it was related to the recitation of the books cited).

Please do not do this again. You got my spirits up, only to throw them into a cess pool. Not every one is as knowledgeable as you are in regard to the Palladia channel (I never heard of it and assumed it was related to the recitation of the books cited).

Another humble offering from yours truly. Sloppy, too long, and poor sound quality, but somehow I keep listening to it. I welcome your feedback and criticism. Please be blunt and honest. I am trying to get better, and the best advice is honest and direct advice. Thanks!

Another humble offering from yours truly. Sloppy, too long, and poor sound quality, but somehow I keep listening to it. I welcome your feedback and criticism. Please be blunt and honest. I am trying to get better, and the best advice is honest and direct advice. Thanks!

God bless, Gebre Menfes Kidus! I'm a huge fan of Neil Young's music and think you've provided an excellent interpretation of this song Listening to it is like watching the quiet flicker of a flame dance about in the dark of night. Thank you so much for sharing this!

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From my youth have many passions warred against me, but do Thou Thyself defend and save me, O Saviour.

Another humble offering from yours truly. Sloppy, too long, and poor sound quality, but somehow I keep listening to it. I welcome your feedback and criticism. Please be blunt and honest. I am trying to get better, and the best advice is honest and direct advice. Thanks!

God bless, Gebre Menfes Kidus! I'm a huge fan of Neil Young's music and think you've provided an excellent interpretation of this song Listening to it is like watching the quiet flicker of a flame dance about in the dark of night. Thank you so much for sharing this!

Wow. Thank you my friend. You make me want to keep trying!

Selam

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"There are two great tragedies: one is to live a life ruled by the passions, and the other is to live a passionless life."Selam, +GMK+

Though I wouldn't trade my home in the Ozark mountains, I often reminisce about my youth in eastern Kentucky. I first heard this song a few years back and thought of it a couple days ago. We weren't miners (my father was a preacher man in the Bluegrass region), but we had a few miner families as friends who did make it out of Harlan and that noble, but hard-as-hell, lifestyle.

In the deep dark hills of eastern KentuckyThat's the place where I traced my bloodlineAnd it's there I read on a hillside gravestone"You'll never leave Harlan alive"

Oh my grandfather's dad crossed the Cumberland MountainsWhere he took a pretty girl to be his brideSaid "Won't you walk with me out the mouth of this hollerOr we'll never leave Harlan alive"

Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin'And the sun goes down about three in the dayAnd you'll fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin'And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away

No one ever knew there was coal in them mountainsTill a man from the northeast arrivedWaving hundred dollar billsSaid "I'll pay you for your minerals"But he never left Harlan alive

Grandma sold out cheap and they moved out west of PikevilleTo a farm where Big Richland River windsAnd I bet they danced them a jigAnd they laughed and sang a new song"Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive"

But the times they got hard and tobacco wasn't sellingAnd old grandad knew what he'd do to surviveHe went and dug for Harlan coalAnd sent the money back to grandmaBut he never left Harlan alive

Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin'And the sun goes down about three in the dayAnd you'll fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin'And you spend your life diggin' coal from the bottom of your grave

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"The Scots-Irish; Brewed in Scotland, bottled in Ireland, uncorked in America." ~Scots-Irish saying

Though I wouldn't trade my home in the Ozark mountains, I often reminisce about my youth in eastern Kentucky. I first heard this song a few years back and thought of it a couple days ago. We weren't miners (my father was a preacher man in the Bluegrass region), but we had a few miner families as friends who did make it out of Harlan and that noble, but hard-as-hell, lifestyle.

In the deep dark hills of eastern KentuckyThat's the place where I traced my bloodlineAnd it's there I read on a hillside gravestone"You'll never leave Harlan alive"

Oh my grandfather's dad crossed the Cumberland MountainsWhere he took a pretty girl to be his brideSaid "Won't you walk with me out the mouth of this hollerOr we'll never leave Harlan alive"

Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin'And the sun goes down about three in the dayAnd you'll fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin'And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away

No one ever knew there was coal in them mountainsTill a man from the northeast arrivedWaving hundred dollar billsSaid "I'll pay you for your minerals"But he never left Harlan alive

Grandma sold out cheap and they moved out west of PikevilleTo a farm where Big Richland River windsAnd I bet they danced them a jigAnd they laughed and sang a new song"Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive"

But the times they got hard and tobacco wasn't sellingAnd old grandad knew what he'd do to surviveHe went and dug for Harlan coalAnd sent the money back to grandmaBut he never left Harlan alive

Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin'And the sun goes down about three in the dayAnd you'll fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin'And you spend your life diggin' coal from the bottom of your grave

I think I told you this before, but I love all "roots" music. It doesn't matter if it's reggae, bluegrass, jazz, rock, or country, I love music that is forged in suffering and struggle. You can feel it. You can relate to it. Like all art, you know when it comes from the heart and the soul, when it's the fruit of authentic life experience. That's why I think Johnny Cash and Bob Marley were kindred souls, now singing JAH's praises in the kingdom of heaven.

Selam

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"There are two great tragedies: one is to live a life ruled by the passions, and the other is to live a passionless life."Selam, +GMK+

Can someone explain to me what dubstep is supposed to be...? because all I've really heard is random (and generally uninteresting) sound effects, sometimes applied to popular music written by other people...